Ann Brashares
Ann Brashares
Ann Brashares is an American writer of young adult fiction. She is best known as the author of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth30 July 1967
CityAlexandria, VA
CountryUnited States of America
memories firsts thread
You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.
memories agony leaving
Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.
memories blessing giving
It was a blessing and also a curse of handwritten letters that unlike email you couldn’t obsessively reread what you’d written after you’d sent it. You couldn’t attempt to un-send it. Once you’d sent it it was gone. It was an object that no longer belonged to you but belonged to your recipient to do with what he would. You tended to remember the feeling of what you’d said more than the words. You gave to object away and left yourself with the memory. That was what it was to give.
memories promise good-memories
One must have a good memory to keep the promises one has made.
memories keys sometimes
Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.
memories smell
But it was smell that carried memory.
spiritual memories coffee
A lot of friendship is about practice, that’s something I’ve learned as I’ve gotten older. It’s not simply some spiritual soul-bond of memories and longings, it’s really about having coffee every week, or talking on the phone every day or every other day - whatever suits you.
memories fighting skills
He had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.
hurt memories sky
Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.
brave brain would-be
She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.
Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris
hair would-be body
I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.
way certain
All my life, everybody has seen me a certain way. What do you see?
long despair demand
Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair.